Avon Fantasy Reader No. 10 — page 93: what you’re looking at

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handle those, I know. But we've done enough, you and I. We can’t keep afloat forever.” Her answer was typical. He had no way of knowing how deep she was in the water, or what her trim, but she heeled violently to port—hung there a moment, then turned quietly over on her side. The instant she chose to do it was just as the daring raider plane was diving beneath her radio an- tennae, ready to drop its final bomb. Captain Tolliver heard its wings snap off and its body crash as the whipping, heeling mast struck it. There was a final burst of flame, and the rest was cool, green water. The old sea-dog felt the waves close over him, but he was smiling and content. “Bless her old heart,’’ was his last thought, ‘‘she even got one of those.” 91 comicbooks.co@m